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Its Me

December 31, 2018
By AisiaJanee BRONZE, Chicago, Illinois
AisiaJanee BRONZE, Chicago, Illinois
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Running through the wind as my mind flows
Not thinking of much afraid of what I’ll bring upon myself
Planting dead seeds hoping I’ll grow
Ifs and thens defeating me more than ever
Letting my flaws show finally accepting what I thought would never be accepted
No longer selling my identity
My heart carries gold but deep inside the value is withdrawn
Consistently abused how will I ever heal
A band aid doesn’t cover nor hides the pain
I thought if I did something I loved then everything will change
But a smile couldn’t even hide the pain
Broken inside that the girl outside is starting to reside
It’s time I give up identity thief
It’s time that I free myself
unlock the cuffs that’s been keeping me in bandage
How will I ever heal if I myself am my murderer
It’s about time I accept myself for who I really am



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